Dad told me about 50 times that I’d better watch out, because one day that brother of mine would be bigger than me and able to lay me low. Whatever, I said. Of course, dad didn’t know that a few decades later I would find myself crying my way through the Celtic Woman’s Oh, Holy…
On Wednesday I woke up at my normal 3:00 a.m. Wrote a blog post. And then stretched out on the couch downstairs to go back to sleep for a few hours, like I do most nights of the week. Except I could not go back to sleep. And on this particular Wednesday I was going…
I left the writer’s retreat so that I could teach Spanish on Friday afternoon. With a few minutes to spare, I decided to swing into the church and get a hug from my husband. The parking lot was full, which was weird for a Friday when usually only my husband is there working on his…
I was just on Facebook and a friend had posted that people should have to pass drug tests in order to receive welfare. Then I sat down on the floor to fold underwear and was thinking about people doing drugs. (Us girls, we do tend to think on a round-about.) My thoughts went back a…
Every so often I get enough of a leisurely day to pull out the Fleischmann’s. I’m undisciplined in the kitchen (although I’m hoping to grow out of that), but I do love to make a good yeast bread. Cinnamon rolls, homemade tortillas, or cinnamon rolls. Bread is like a garden except 69 hours less work….
We came home with a little instrument, and every night I had to insert it into the palate-spreading apparatus in the top of my girl’s mouth. (When I had braces they called it a palate splitter, which seemed more appropriate.) One time I started the turn and didn’t realize the tool wasn’t inserted into the…
It makes my husband crazy that I recycle. (Possibly related to the number of times he has tripped over empty milk jugs in the garage?) I think if it were not for me he would throw old mail and plastic containers in the garbage. You heard me right. So I do not have the nerve…
If I am going to be sick, I want to be very sick. Sick enough that no one expects me to go to work or fold underwear or bake chicken or pour my own apple juice. The worst sickness is the one that forces you through a box of Kleenex but doesn’t cause anyone to…
I snagged a glorious 20 minutes on the phone with a dear friend yesterday, while she chewed on a Costco dog and I inhaled a Subway flatbread pizza. The cuisine of busy working moms. We talked about our broken mommas –hers with more busted ribs than a person can count on one hand, thanks to…
I may lose all credibility when I tell you this, but my son has talked me into watching a few Dr. Who episodes. It’s mostly ridiculous science fiction, which is why I scoffed for a long time, but The Doctor is quirky and appealing. Then I found out he he had secret pain, having lost…
“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.” (Deuteronomy 6:4 NIV) See what love looks like in this man’s story. Do we love Jesus this much?
I wish I were the one who were to decide when a baby would be in the womb and when you would hear the words “You got the job!” and when the house would sell and a guy propose and the money come in. But I’m not. Your name comes to me, though, when I…
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